I beamed at the television as I watched the book signing event. A kid of five took a picture with Esther Clyde, author of Red Bows.It hurt I could not be there as co-author and illustrator but even if I can't be there, my creation is.I shut my laptop and set it on the table beside the MP3. Pictures of my travels to different cities littered the wall. The semester is already over and I have not decided where I should travel next.Istanbul, Rio, or Bora Bora?I heard the door open and close downstairs. Gianna, the housekeeper, must be back from the supermarket. I grabbed the empty juice box and glass and hurried down the stairs.“How was your trip, Gianna?” I asked the elder woman who had nose upturned haughtily at the mess her son, Luigi was leaving. Mud covered his tiny boots and stained the tiled floors.“Principessa, it was uneventful,” She gave me
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